Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Nas,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.